You call me crazy

little poem

You call me crazy, but

it’s dark in here
and I love it.
Chilly, too.
You’re cold, I know
but I don’t really care.
I’m a heartless little thing,
don’t you think?
The air is just… glowing.
(You know it is.)
I say so (it’s so good to get these things said).

You call me crazy.